February poem, written and illustrated by Jim Public

In honor of this most brief of months, a poem, illustrated.


The clouds, a blanket overhead,
Won’t let the sun get out of bed,
And crows among the seagulls fly
Like salt and pepper in the sky.


Words in the Air

Words in the Air, Jim Public, 120207

Sometimes I like to talk out loud
when nobody is there.
My brother calls it craziness,
my mother calls it prayer,
my father calls it poetry,
and all of these are fair;
but I just like to watch the shapes
my words make in the air.